Crimson electric company
Marie Kazalia
electrical drawing
red lightning bolts downloading
into our subscribers homes
visually absorbent antidepressants
radiant ocean of luv light up
that glowing warm feeling
pep up your step
speed up your eating--
heat your heart--
embroil your sex lifeÊ
yet impossible to sleep
even with the lights off
unless the thermostat turned down low
following shattered beaming
in fractions squeezing between
faded tints of purple and maroon
he insults my intelligence...
Marie Kazalia
with his rap of pop
psychology
untrained
he analyses
my female psyche
presumes his right
assumed in romancing
notions twisted
to suit his purpose
wonders why
I can’t stand him
he’s no Sean Connery
oh so easy oh
so manly
untangles the mind
of Hitchcock’s
Marnie
RELEASE
Marie Kazalia
strange sultry overcast light
goes on catches me
in a few different spots
on sidewalk lengths stopped
moving in thoughtÊÊÊ lost
noting the lack of any flow
timeÊÊÊÊÊ hides the sun
unable in a misty sky
a point to locate in my day
peak to a slowdown
all one in the same
seems I don’t feel myself aging
that sensation fasterÊÊ gone by
as if I will go onÊ forever
as if all desire has ceased
along withÊÊ no hurryÊÊÊ not late
no where to goÊ already doneÊ errands
that once rapid pull
time left
vintage post card--
Marie Kazalia
’studies show
that 4 out of 5 women haters
are women’
and so we’ve been taught
to dispise each other
compete
fight
while the men
watch
(it turns them on, in fact)
and then they select
the sexist
livliest
most attractive creature
to tame
and groom
for themselves
as live in
sex worker
who also cooks and cleans
not a bad deal for him...
scares me...becoming his need
Marie Kazalia
I steer
ÊÊÊÊ clear of
his obcession
ÊÊÊÊÊÊ with me
scares
me
Why?
I might
begin
to need
it
as much as
he...
It must be waiting for me to do
Marie Kazalia
I feel the need more than
ever so much confirmation
upon entry of every doorway
sidewalk examination--
strengthen my conviction
women need their own
literary publications about--guess
waht?! women as people
outside the roles
and limitations--
it is my duty to do
that
I think this is what
Brahma was telling me
(I wanted to say Shiva)
when he gave me the cup
to drink--
that I would have to
become the leader
of women--
stop complaining
about sexism
give creative women
a place to balance
to display
their female energies
powers--
has no one really
done it?!
I feel it
stop being a fool
notice I didn’t say
stop acting
stop playing
I stop stop being
a fool
do what you must
you can
just begin
doing !
you’ve grown
opening
just doing
the little
you’ve done
so far
recently
there is
so much
more!ÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊ
fortunate
Marie Kazalia
to live in
this city
a drunk
singing
under my window
1:23 a.m.
I don’t wanna
scream at him
down there
swaying
I just know that’s
what he’s doin’
I hear him
rockin’ foward
and back
so happy
don’t want
to disturb him
listen instead
the sound
of another
woman’s voice
screaming out
of a high window
echoy in the dark
slow rush
of traffic downhil
she’s tellling him
to shut the fuck up
the drunk
calls back askin’
who are you?
her slangy
response
I ain’t nobody...
but
I’m thinking
you’re wrong
you’re wrong
Universal truths
Marie Kazalia
...people saying they’re good
in bed usually aren’t
I’m not a revolutionary but
a counterrevolutionary
approaching and dealing with
the outer visualÊ means
crawling into too much of a hole
dependent upon epiphany of light moments
materials and the elements of design
inner visual operates on an expansive field
day and night even when asleep...
Warhol had it wrong
don’t want 15 minutes of fame
if lucky get complete understanding for that long
sometimes I’m unsure whether my memories
fantasies originating in my thoughts
or just scene replays from films taken-in
years past
while I slept today
my brain made repairs to endings
slipped out of place
just above the nape of my neck
under the skin
wire and chips stacked back inline
wake, my thinking makes more sense...
---waking to a place--someÊ of the words clarify,
these I get down...
Marie Kazalia
What is there about Sunday?Ê
don’t let it feel like burning in your eyes
the curve of her nose seemed to take him to
a place where it all seemed to begin
place of long sleepless nights
haunted houses don’t concern me
the origin of a chick’s desire to scream
a Coast-to-Cola degree is hard to take
these lines have more power
make more sense in darkness
dreamed of buying a pair of sunglasses on the street
the seller had only one pair
tried on cut-out brightness painful in my eyes
a strange sweeping spin of memory
when I woke focused--the sunglasses newly there--
on my desk--in my room--
The Choice
Marie Kazalia
I have--
to take your sexist
put-downÊ shit
eat it
swallow
-or-
tell you
what you can do with it
and then endure your
referring to me
as a bitch...
for not...
well
you just control-freaked
your way onto my shit-list
one-up-manship...
Marie Kazalia
putting women down
hurting for entertainment
low
man
low
“devoted to the cult of her defects”
Marie Kazalia
...found one good poem
I could relate to
in an anthology titled ‘wild’
writing
this one good poem
by a woman
doing things her own way
own spacing
thought
not as she’d been told to
by everything (social control)
and everyone around her
who doesn’t know
themselves....
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